So recently i had to move back in with my folks...not a proud time in my life. But the first thing they "tried", and i say tried because they failed, is to change me. I knew it would happen and i was ready for it. I was forced to cut and re-color my hair to a more natural color (dad didn't like the pink mo-hawk). Next they sad no more collar and make-up, I said no. Told them i wont where it around them, still do though lol. My days now consist of waking up around 9am and working out till 10:30 or so, shower and dodge my dad at lunch by going and getting applications or hanging out with my girl. Then coming home to do yard work, which at the moment is removing the stumps from the yard. By hand and by myself, suckyness all around.

Truth is i feel like a stranger in my own home, well former home again...yeah. My dad doesn't like me for who i am and he definitely doesn't like how i dress. Which is fine with me because the feeling is mutual. Oh well, it's getting late and i am tired of typing

laters fur friends